"Were not shine and shadow blent, As the gracious Master meant?-
Let us temper our content with his own..."
James Whitcomb Riley
Wading by lily pads...creation turned upside down by the waves, stark contrast to the green surface.
The lighthouse, took too many photos...waves crashing along it's rocky shore... navigational light needed most certainly there.
Where I may sit and write some day, near this window- at that table. Cabin of my dreams, the light on that table top...truly illuminating.
Grand Lake Stream and totem. How anyone was able to carry those rocks out there and position them in the rush of that water...and photo of a nameless lake, though the body of water remains unforgettable.
A beautiful though scary looking bug...harmless. And finally- an arbor in the mist of a morning. Sigh......